The diver's headpiece was being unscrewed. On either side of him stood Capperton and Carmichael, each with a loaded revolver.
At length the cumbrous helmet was lifted off and the face of the diver was revealed.
It was Madge!
Chapter XIV.
The motor-boat drew up beside the quay and the Foreign Secretary stepped out with the detective and his daughter. All were plainly in a joyous mood, and they smiled happily at each other.
So gratified were they at their success that they quite failed to observe three men, who crept up stealthily behind them and thrust pads soaked in chloroform over their mouths.
In a few seconds the struggles of the victims ceased, and their inert bodies were roughly thrust into a waiting motor.
From the driver's seat Blütherski smiled sardonically.
Chapter XV.
Madge Capperton lay in a cellar of Blütherski's house, tightly bound and gagged. But her indomitable spirit was not yet cowed.